For a brief second, Grimlock had a severe moment of doubt on this whole ‘experience life on your own’ thing. Marigold had literally begged the, perhaps overeager, raptor not to go and then tried to give the headstrong teen the whole “you’re too young, you’ll get yourself killed” speech with a level of sternness that might have made the abruptly guilt-ridden Grimlock into staying if Sveinx hadn’t intervened. Maybe Mama was right, but the raptor brushed those thoughts away with an errant flick of his tail against his hind legs. It was too late to turn back now, and anyway, he had found the part of the DiSarinno’s (technically Redleaf-DiSarinno’s) that resided here. Finally he had made it and there was no reason to get cold feet and chicken out now. There was a terse edge in Peregrine’s reply that made the boy’s ears lower, some of his previous excitement and casualness sapping out of him a bit.
“My bad Uncle Peregrine,” It was spoken sheepishly, if not a bit guiltily, peering up at Peregrine through his lashes like some kind of overgrown puppy, as it was, oblivious as the teenager tended to be at times, he missed the twinkle in the older man’s eye. “My dad said I could come!” It was knee jerk, defensive blurt of words. Of course it was after the fact that Grimlock realized he sounded like a kid that had been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been. He inhaled deeply, shook off his sudden bought of child-like nerves and steeled his shoulders. “Ok, well it was more like If you think you can do it, go; but don’t come back here with your tail between your legs if you fail,” Grimlock morphed his voice to resemble his father’s deep timber - which wasn’t all that hard probably because Grimlock’s voice, in that awkward stage of childish and manly would likely resemble Sveinx’s own.
“But I didn’t fail. I found you. I’ve been apprenticing under him as Scout and I found my way here,” And he was so ridiculously proud of himself in that moment that it positively radiated off of him. “But…I don’t want to go back. I want my freedoms du--uncle Peregrine." It had been a quick catch. "I want to give living out from my parents a try.” He turned hopeful eyes, flitting as they did between blue and green, to Peregrine, hoping that his Uncle wouldn’t sent him back home. “I promise that I’ll help out and I’ll apprentice here for Scout …or it’s equivalent. You won’t have to babysit me.” It wasn’t a very convincing sell but he was suddenly nervous and it was all he had to work with on short notice — never mind that he had, had plenty of time to rehearse on his way.